Morning is bright As rapper's delight Floats up to my room from the street And who would disturb My slumbering world With this late seventies beat I'm taking my aim From this window pane And I'm turning the gun on my side The Upper West Side Is supposed to be quiet Supposed to be wealthy and dull So how to explain This thundering pain That's pushing its way through my skull I'm taking a leap Of my senses And I'm turning the gun on my side Piano solo New York is loud It's wonderfully loud I wouldn't live anywhere else But I need my rest To be at my best Away from the hideous abyss I'm losing my will I'm shooting to kill And I'm turning the gun on my side Oh, I'm losing my will And I'm shooting to kill And I'm turning the gun on my side Piano solo